Randomness

My good friend Terri celebrated her **th birthday yesterday! Happy birthday, girl, I wish I could have been there! I hope it was wonderful!

Drew and I play this game called "not my daughter." Basically, when we see a girl dressed in clothes the likes of which would never see the inside of our daughter's closet, we say "not my daughter." Okay, so it's not much of a game. More like an inside joke. Unfortunately, we never play this game more than when we're at church. As we were walking up to church today, we saw two girls dressed so shockingly that neither of us could even muster up the energy to say "not my daughter." Our breath was all used up in the gasp we shared when we set eyes on these girls. *Sigh.* I can understand letting your kids go to church in jeans or a t-shirt or *ahem* flip-flops, but if your daughter's skirt is so short that it looks more like her underwear, she shouldn't be wearing it. Jeez, ladies. Just because Jesus hung with prostitutes doesn't mean you should dress like one.

I am just shy of addicted to my blog counter. In a dead heat for referrals to my blog are Christine and Angie. I don't even know Christine, but she favorited my blog anyway. Funny story - I have another friend named Christine and I thought she had posted a cheat link to that Crimson Room game on one of my posts. When I found out about my blog friend Christine, and found out that she needed help on the Crimson Room, I was more than happy to share the link that GOP friend Christine had given me. Turns out, it was blog friend that had given me the cheat link anyway. I hope blog friend Christine doesn't think I'm a goober. The Christines kinda look alike.

The most recent search term used to reach my blog was "pee next stall." Interesting.

I'm not sure if I don't like Firefox or if I don't like Linux. I made the mistake of writing this post from our PC, which Drew currently has on Slackware Linux (he made me put "Slackware," though I have no idea what it means), which doesn't have Internet Explorer. However, it's not showing the spaces I type until I type the next character, and that's driving me crazy. Although I type really fast anyway and wouldn't really notice it normally, it's still driving me crazy.

It's doing it with the enter key too.

I bought a Provencal cookbook. As you all know, I lived in Provence (a region in France) for 4 months when I was 17. It was one of the happiest times of my life, hands down. It was also singularly the most adventurous culinary time in my life. I ate so many things I never, ever would have eaten in Newburgh. I'm really excited about this cookbook, because it has a bunch of vegetarian recipes and they're all ridiculously simple, and use ingredients that I can find in WalMart. Not so with the vegetarian cookbook I just bought. How in the world would I ever find a star anise in Brandon, Mis'ippi? And pumpkins when it's not fall?

Coconut oil tastes like dirt and makes everything it goes into taste like dirt. Unfortunately, I live with a man who will never allow canola oil in anything he eats. He says it causes heart disease. He also loves red meat. Go figure.

My phone will not allow the word "y'all" in the automatic word completer function thingy in text messages. It also won't allow "Angie," "sinuses," or "hellafied phatdaddy chilltastic."

Not only can my husband fix a computer faster than a speeding bullet, he can also fix gripes I have with a computer merely by being within 3 feet of said errant computer. He walked by and I asked him why the space and enter keys were acting all funny, and when I went to demonstrate this phenomenon to him, it stopped doing it. I hate when that happens.